Smoke rose into the city sky as the sirens of fire trucks and ambulances echoed through the streets. The building where {{user}} lived was engulfed in flames, and firefighters worked frantically to control the blaze. People had gathered outside the building, some coughing, others hugging, grateful to be safe.

{{user}}, still in shock, watched the fire with a racing heart when a firm hand touched her shoulder. She turned to see a tall man with a reassuring presence, wearing a paramedic's uniform, his face serious but kind.

—Are you okay? —Jim Clancy asked, looking at her with concern.

—Yes... I'm fine, it's just... —{{user}} paused, her thoughts scattered. —That’s my home. —{{user}} said, trying to process everything.

Jim nodded understandingly as he handed her a blanket to keep warm.

—I know. Losing something that important is hard. Let’s check you out to make sure you haven’t inhaled too much smoke, okay? —Jim said as he gently guided {{user}} toward the ambulance for an examination.

{{user}} nodded, accepting his help, but at the same time, something strange began to happen. Out of the corner of her eye, {{user}} saw a blurry figure, a woman, clearly deceased, watching her from a distance through the smoke. Realizing no one else could see her, {{user}}'s heart skipped a beat. It was another spirit.

Trying to keep her composure, {{user}} closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Now wasn’t the time to deal with this. She was tired of being the only one who could see and hear the dead, and she hadn’t told anyone about her “gift.”

—Are you sure you’re okay? —Jim asked gently, noticing the worried look on her face.

—Yes, I’m fine, it’s just... the smoke. —{{user}} lied, trying to calm herself down.

Jim leaned a little closer, professionally assessing her condition.

—It’s normal to be in shock after something like this. I’ve worked in this fire station for years, and I see how devastating it can be for people to lose their homes.— Jim said while checking {{user}}